Republic of China

Chapter 258 Deafening

Mo Wenshan's tone was calm, but his murderous intent was clearly revealed.

It is indeed against common sense for a master to say that he wants to kill someone in front of his disciple.

"Isn't it just killing people? Why do you need to go into battle in person? I'll take the train and take care of the matter first. You can just wait for the good news."

Zhao Sanyuan didn't care at all about the twists and turns behind him.

In his opinion, whatever the master did was right, and the people the master wanted to kill were all deserving of death, and there was nothing wrong with him at all.

Mo Wenshan said amusedly: "Don't you ask who you want to kill?"

Zhao Sanyuan shrugged calmly, "Whoever he is, he deserves to die. Master, please make me a list. I promise to do it beautifully."

"You kid, this is called blindness. Why can't I do something wrong or evil? Do you really want to kill innocent and kind people?"

"Forget it, Master. As a disciple, you are not blind. You always do things for your own reasons. I would rather believe that Lao Kang killed innocent people indiscriminately. I don't believe that you would kill someone by mistake."

Lao Kang suddenly became unhappy, "Hey, you can't say that. Master and I will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, okay?"

Complaints are complaints, and the calmer Lao Kang also wondered in his heart. He has been with his master since he was a child. Apart from teaching his skills, the old man has always been able to live a merry life and never make enemies with others. Could it be that he wants to kill his former enemies? That shouldn't be the case. How many years have passed? If you want to take revenge, you have already taken revenge. How can you still use it today?

There must be something going on inside.

Something must have happened when Master went to Baiyun Temple this time.

Mo Wenshan didn't hide everything from the boys, he said softly: "It's true that he has done many evil things, but it is really not our turn to judge. There is no way. Killing them is only the first step. The purpose is to force one person out. Oh, by the way, if you think carefully, you and Sanyuan are enemies."

Zhao Sanyuan was so shrewd that he immediately guessed part of it, "Is he a Yiguandao demon?"

When they heard that it was Yiguandao, Old Liu and Lu Xiucai no longer pretended to be transparent, especially Old Liu, who was a participant in the Battle of Yaowang Valley that year, and knew very well how fucked up those scumbags of Yiguandao were.

Later, due to a fight with Da Chongjiu, both sides suffered losses, and it seems that he has not shown much prominence recently.

"Yes, it is Yiguandao, not the ordinary believers at the bottom who have been deceived and exploited, but at a secret altar in Shimen. According to reliable information, on the fifth day of May, during the Dragon Boat Festival, senior Yiguandao officials will go to Shimen for secret talks. He is also the master of the altar at the bottom, and there is no cap on the top.”

Zhao Sanyuan smiled evilly and rubbed his palms excitedly, "You mean we go over and give him a spoonful of stew, right? I won't feel sleepy if I do that."

It was rare that Lao Kang did not hold an objection. From the engineering team to the old house of the Li family, from Fudachang to Yaowang Valley, the deeds of the Yiguandao demons were too numerous to describe. This was outside the customs where they were weak, and their viciousness inside the customs was absolutely indispensable. Otherwise, In recent years, Dachongjiu will not list Yiguandao as its top target.

But Master shouldn’t have any grudges against them, right?

I just said it was to force someone out.

who is it?

Why did Master want to find him?

Lao Kang's mind was racing, thinking about the truth hidden behind it. If the master didn't tell him, of course he wouldn't take the initiative to ask.

Zhao Sanyuan, on the other hand, focused on purity. He took out the big heavy nine waist card and looked at it, "Speaking of it, Lao Kang and I are half of the big heavy nine people. It's really a bit embarrassing to not do any work and only receive the salary. Once we have the Guandao branch at Shimen, we can have an explanation when we meet Lao Gao again."

Speaking of Lao Gao, I really miss him, and Rabbit. I don’t know how they are doing after not seeing each other for a year or two.

"You don't need to take the lead in this matter. If you are willing, you can just start. Especially the Lu family boys and Xiao Liu. They entered the customs together to avoid the limelight, not to cause trouble. When they get there, you two can be down-to-earth. Live here first, then walk away and pretend nothing happened."

Mo Wenshan's intention was very clear. There was no need to force or force him to do anything. If he wanted to kill evildoers, he could kill them. If he didn't want to get blood, he could just hide aside and eat the melons. There was no need to take action.

If he could help it, he wouldn't want to talk about it, but he had no choice. After entering the border, they had to act together to protect them, and he couldn't let the clues go without following the clues.

I can't help myself.

Old Liu and Lu Xiucai looked at each other, but neither of them expressed their stance immediately.

As a man with a family, although he has a quarrel with the Yiguandao Yaoren, he has always believed that doing more is worse than doing less. If there is a quarrel, try not to get involved. He really doesn't want to have anything to do with the Yiguandao Yaoren anymore.

One is a disciple of Buddhism, and he is not willing to cause more killings except for the little devil Onmyoji. Moreover, he has no old or new grudges against the Yiguandao demon.

The two did not answer, and the other three masters and disciples were not surprised at all. Strictly speaking, they were really afraid that they would make a decision in a hot head.

Killing someone is not about pissing, it is about carrying the consequences.

"Master, what if the person you want to force out is unmoved?"

"Continue to kill. If he doesn't come out, he will pick on all the branches of Guandao. If he doesn't come out, he will overthrow his lair. If you don't believe it, he won't show up."

Mo Wenshan's determination shocked the four brothers, and even Zhao Sanyuan, who was pure-hearted, couldn't help but think about the reasons behind it.

What hatred or resentment?

As for such a fierce pursuit?

You know that despite all the efforts of Zhongjiu, I still can't win the Yiguandao. Master, he wants to pick it alone?

Awesome!

As expected of my master!

It is estimated that if he really does this, the reputation of Jian Jue after decades will once again shock the world!

Mo Wenshan stretched out, "You don't need to know who that person is, it will only increase your troubles, but if I don't tell you at all, you brats will definitely be scratching their heads and unable to sleep."

The brothers laughed innocently, saying it was absolutely impossible to say they were not interested.

The shadows of famous trees are like those of people in Mowen Mountain. The person he cares about so much must not be simple.

"He killed Chang Xingzi. Is this reason enough?"

Lao Kang was full of intelligence, and the smile on Zhao Sanyuan's face suddenly froze, understanding how heavy the master's words were.

If it was before going down the mountain, who would have cared whether the uncle they had never met before was dead or not, but after understanding the past, both of them understood that without the uncle Changxingzi, there would be no master, let alone themselves. Even if a thousand swords are added to the body, they will be punished. A blood feud.

However, there are no clues so far, and Uncle Changxingzi has been dead for several years, and his body cannot be found. There is no clue. Unexpectedly, the clouds suddenly clear and the real murderer behind the scenes is revealed. We must do it to the end.

Yiguandao, right?

Let us settle the general ledger of old and new grudges.

It would be great to avenge Master Changxingzi's murder while entering the Pass.

Zhao Sanyuan wished he could spread his wings and fly to Shimen. He couldn't help but whip the whip much faster, making the donkey howl.

Mo Wenshan knocked the little apprentice on the back of the head again, "Why do you always bully it? They have said that the fifth day of May is the right day, so don't be impatient. It's only a six hundred mile journey, so there's enough time."

"Okay." Zhao Sanyuan rubbed the back of his head and then slowed down, but he was already thinking about how to retaliate against Yiguandao, whether it was to tie him to a tree and spray him with a spray gun, or to cut him into pieces and soak him in a pig cage.

The donkey escaped with tears in his eyes. He must have done a lot of evil in his previous life to end up with such an owner. When will these miserable days end?

The donkey cart moved slowly southward along the west moat without attracting too much attention. No one knew that this little boy was about to cause a bloody storm. People were more concerned about the strange things coming out of the eight alleys, which belonged to the emperor. Cheng Gen's hot conversation after tea.

No matter in any era, the dissemination power of lace and pornographic news is always the most powerful. Everyone can enjoy it and then add fuel and jealousy to it, which is similar to the principle of satisfying selfish desires.

But before Zhao Sanyuan and others could completely leave the imperial capital, a major event happened in this thousand-year-old city, which completely diluted the severity of the haunting incident in Luanming Pavilion.

There were many people rushing in the same direction in the streets and alleys, which was the direction that Zhao Sanyuan and others were leaving the city.

Old Liu looked around and wondered: "What are these people doing in such a hurry? Isn't there a porridge shop somewhere that distributes white steamed buns for free?"

Lao Kang couldn't help but smile, "Which poor ravine do you think this is, Brother Liu? This is at the base of the imperial city, and people have to live a decent life. Unless they can't open the pot, few are willing to go to the porridge market. Besides, let's talk about Hebei. Last year's harvest was pretty good, so why set up a porridge farm? Dashuai Zhang has never been a good man and a believer, so he has nothing to do with his money?"

After hearing this, I became even more puzzled.

If we don’t set up a porridge restaurant, then why are people running in the same direction?

Old Liu's heart skipped a beat, and he said tremblingly: "Isn't there an attack from the south?"

Lu Xiucai, who had a better understanding of the current situation, shook his head, "Probably not. Although Jiang Xipi in the south has become a leader and everyone understands that he wants to join forces with several princes to defeat Fengjun, but Jiang Xipi has just captured the Songhu area. How long, it can't come so fast, no matter what, there won't be any big action until next year." "Whatever, let's leave the city from the south as usual, otherwise we have to go back." Zhao Sanyuan doesn't care, he just stops by to take a look if there is any excitement. If there is no excitement, just go out of the city normally.

Until I saw the crowded intersection, I felt a sense of desolation and murder.

"Such a big battle?" Zhao Sanyuan stopped the donkey cart behind the crowd and climbed up to look into the distance.

After watching it for a while, he couldn't help but get angry, "What's the trouble with the old Zhang family again? The chaos in Fengtian City has only been over for a long time, why are they preparing to be executed on the street again? The gallows is still used."

"Ah?" Lao Kang was stunned when he heard this, and then he smiled bitterly, wondering what Marshal Zhang was thinking.

But Mo Wenshan was still sitting firmly in the cart, stretching out his fingers to count.

After a while, he sighed quietly, "Pearls and jade are covered with dust, literary stars fall, and the people who are punished are extraordinary."

There was constant noise in the sea of ​​people. Although they were all whispering, but there were more people, the whispers were deafening. Almost everyone was scolding Marshal Zhang for being so unkind and so on, for actually daring to kill Mr. Li regardless of public opinion.

I don't know who Mr. Li is, but you can tell by looking at the public opinion that it's not that simple.

There were more than twenty prisoners on the execution platform, and the prison officials talked eloquently about their crimes.

"Xiucai, what is the Red Party?" Zhao Sanyuan asked with confusion on his face.

Lu Xiucai didn't know much about it, so he replied in a low voice: "I've heard of it. It seems to have come from Maozi. Some aspiring young people want to use it to clear away fatigue and revitalize Yanhuang."

"That's a good thing. Why do you want to be killed?"

"I don't know. I guess he is not tolerated by the Beiyang authorities. The political waters are too deep and it is difficult for us ordinary people to understand."

Zhao Sanyuan nodded in understanding, then picked up the telescope that was split in half and looked at it.

I found that the leader of the prisoners was calm and walked towards the gallows with firm steps. His face was calm, and there was not even a trace of fear or fear in his eyes, which made it impossible for several staff members who specialized in taking photos to capture his miserable appearance. .

At this moment, the crowd outside the execution platform was surprisingly quiet, because even if you don't know this person's identity or what he has done, his courage to die calmly just for this moment will make people awe-inspiring.

"Before you die, you have nothing to say?" the prison officer shouted.

The prisoner calmly took off his glasses and asked, "What do you want me to say?"

"Oh, like confessing to your crime."

"Crime? It's just a crime you want to inflict. Do you think that by hanging me, you have hanged the truth? The truth can never be killed. We are like the seeds of red flowers, sown everywhere. We are not afraid. It is you who are afraid. "

His body was very weak and his voice was very soft, but every word was deafening.

The students at the front of the execution platform all clenched their fists and burst into tears.

Looking at these students, he seemed to smile softly and said his last words.

There was no crying and begging for mercy, and there was no hysteria.

He said: "The books I collected must be cherished. The body can die, but the culture cannot; the head can be broken, but the spine cannot be broken."

"Execution!" The prison officer was furious and shouted the order.

A black cloth was placed over his head and a rope was wrapped around his neck.

The crowd suddenly became restless, but how could the numerous guards and gun muzzles around the execution platform be just decorations? The chaos was quickly suppressed.

In full view of everyone, the wooden planks under his feet opened and his body suddenly fell.

People don't know how painful hanging is, but it is difficult to find the word pain in his body.

Even though he was forced to struggle, he remained silent.

After three full minutes, the prison officer suddenly ordered the prisoner to be brought up.

He almost fainted and coughed violently.

"You still haven't confessed your guilt?"

"Hang me quickly! Although my body is dead, my spirit is immortal!"

Perhaps, this is the Iron Bone Zheng Zheng.

He was again put on a rope and executed.

Over and over again, it took a full forty minutes before he died completely.

A whole forty minutes!

Before that, he had received tortures such as electrocution, tiger bench, inserting bamboo sticks into his fingers, pulling out fingernails, and burning his skin with a soldering iron. He did not bow his head, and he did not bow his head until he died.

For Zhao Sanyuan, he had no idea who this person was, but his palms couldn't stop trembling.

What kind of strong belief does it take to endure torture on the gallows for nearly an hour without compromising?

Who is he?

What has he done?

What is his ideal?

Does anyone know what he is holding on to?

Will anyone in the future remember this and this place?

If it were you, would you be able to hold on?

"Culture cannot be dead and the spine must not be broken." Lao Kang tasted these words with a solemn expression, as if he had experienced something, but at the same time he seemed to understand nothing.

Lao Liu and Xiucai were also shocked beyond measure, but the twenty dozen prisoners who followed were no different from the first one. No matter what torture and humiliation they suffered, they never bowed their heads and died on the execution platform one by one.

Are they really prisoners?

As expected, riots broke out again under the execution platform. Many students rushed forward crying and shouting. The guards fired warning shots or used sticks to drive them away. The situation was chaotic.

At this time, Mo Wenshan patted Zhao Sanyuan on the shoulder and said, "Let's go. We are lucky to be able to watch the hero go away, but this place will soon turn into a mess, so it's better to leave first."

Zhao Sanyuan wiped the corners of his eyes. He didn't understand. He didn't understand very much. If he was a hero, why would he be tortured and killed in public?

Seeing the doubts in his young disciple's heart, Mo Wenshan knew that there were some things that the young man couldn't figure out. In fact, he didn't know who that person was, but he must be a hero with that kind of attitude of smiling from the sword to the sky. Outstanding people.

"Silly apprentice, I have thought that being called a hero since ancient times is someone who sacrifices everything and even his life to make everyone live a better life. But not everyone likes heroes. Bad guys not only enjoy the beautiful life brought by heroes, but also enjoy the good life brought by heroes. They rack their brains to slander the heroes in every possible way, and the bad guys still want to kill the heroes to prevent others from being heroes. Little do they know that the moment everyone gives up being heroes is the moment when the bad guys succeed."

"Master, have you ever thought about becoming a hero?"

"Me? Maybe, but I definitely can't be a hero now. You and I are just ordinary people, and we don't have such a big mind and courage."

"Then I won't be a hero anymore."

"Who knows what will happen in the future? At least now heroes have a hero's way of living, and bears have a bear's way of living. We are neither heroes nor bears. At most, we are ordinary people who accept death and are filled with hatred."

Zhao Sanyuan nodded and drove the donkey cart away from the chaotic storm.

He was convinced that what he saw today would be something he would never forget until his death.

In addition to that gentleman's spirit, in this fucked-up world where people cannibalize people, it is like a faint but strong light, showing that there are not only people who come and go in a dirty world, but also millions of people who are willing to go and be determined. good.

With mixed feelings, he suddenly remembered the ditty that Old Shen had sung, and he hummed it quietly for some reason.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky."

"The evening wind blows the willow flute and the sound of the willow flute fades, and the sun sets outside the mountains."

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends."

"A ladle of turbid wine will wipe out the remaining joy. Don't sleep in the cold tonight."

Here was the sound of shouting and gunfire, and over there was the sound of singing in an unknown number of tunes.

Just like this chaotic world.

(End of this chapter)